Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.